The 5AM shift isn’t really the most desirable thing on the planet. Imagine this: cold shower on a absolute zero-ish December morning, which is not my typical cup of caramel macchiato… standing in a really dark street for almost half an hour waiting for a trike with just the street lamp as your smoking buddy… taking the ordinary bus and putting up with the-people-who-decided-to-get-drunk-since-they-can’t-get-laid and their incessant “up and down/to and fro” public sleeping habits which makes your elbows itch for something.
…I got you at the cold shower, didn’t I?
And since I’m all stressed out to think of what to write about right now, I’m gonna let the pictures do the talking. Enjoy.
Three Eggs. What we usually do during my not-so-free time.
Galactus. At the company X’mas party with my former teammates.
Birthday thingy. Kitch and me at our place in Laguna.
Forced. This is Dutch on crack… Haha. Kidding.
The Clan. Now you see the problem of having too much photo ops.
Don Henrico’s dinner. Gatecrashing at its finest..
Greenbelt. ‘Nuff said.
Thoughts